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As the last remaining drops of rain were vanishing underneath the early morning sun, Noy Emin, the head of the servants, was already preparing for the day to come; at times he allowed himself to admire the beauty of the sun, but it was no longer than a few seconds – there was, as usual, a lot to be done, especially when you were the head servant for the Artavazd family, whom the aristocratic society looked upon with admiring eyes, and whom they always found time to pay a visit. 

While reading his notes from the night before – Noy Emin felt a gentle hand on his shoulder; he closed his eyes in pleasure, knowing, without looking, whose beautiful hand it was; for him beauty came in many shapes and ages and the elder Anna Karin, the head maid, was a very beautiful women, whom he respected greatly. 
‘Miss Karin,’ he said with his deep manly voice. His lips fought hard not to show hints of a humble smile. 
‘Would you to join me for a cup of tea, Mr. Emin? Or have you already had yours?’ 
‘No, a cup of tea would be nice, thank you.’

Noy Emin was pleased by the attention given to him, and even though he already had his morning cup, he lied to Miss Karin; the morning cup of tea was one of the highlights in Noy Emin’s day – it had become a ‘tradition’ if you will, one he intended to keep for years to come; he enjoyed the company of Miss Karin. 
In a complete and a peaceful silence, they enjoyed their morning tea. Anna Karin dared to look at Noy Emin with admiring eyes; even though she often disagreed with Mr. Emin’s traditional state of mind, especially the firm way he lead his staff, she had come to respect him. 

Noy Emin took out his pocket watch, his brows gave away the words he was about to say.
‘You go, Mr. Emin, you go.’ she said smiling. 
‘Thank you, Miss Karin, for the tea and for your company,’ he said and took another look at his pocket watch as he was leaving the room. 
Anna Karin began her morning, where Noy Emin ended his; it was now her turn to admire the morning sun, that shone with great hope and promising; this was going to be another good day in the house of Artavazd.